I dream often. Well I used to dream more often. When I read them back, some sound like a movie π. Here is one from December 7, 2019.
In this morningβs dream during my second sleep, I went by boat with some other people (who I donβt know) to a dinner party in a stately home in St Vincent.
The hostess was an older lady and when I told her my name, she went for a small magazine which had an article I had written about the Maurice Bishop killing based on a forum I had attended. She had pages marked with stuff she wanted to ask me about.
I recall seeing food platters all over the house. There was roast beef for sure.
Hmmmm……wonder if that means I have a future as a writer?